Reposting my App since it was ignored, also adding to back story.
IGN: givememeat
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: 3 Months on Minecraft, probably 6 months on other games.
Why Us:Referred by a friend, read up on you guys, seemed like a good staff with a great game to base the RP off of.
Time You Can Dedicate: All weekeds (lolnolife), every Monday and Wednesday, and Thursday/Tuesday/Friday after Classes.
IC
Name: Henry Cas-dairen
Race: Red Guard
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance: Tall and rather buff, however stays inside most the time, lighter skin than most Red Guards.
Fears: Betrayal and Vampires
Personality: Follows orders, a good friend, and night-owl.
Occupation: Miner, occasional Smithy.
Skills: Good with the Sword, Stealthy if he needs to be, and strong-willed.
Nickname (Optional): White-Blood
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Miner: White-Blood come here, I think I've found some Ebony!
ME: Sorry but that's certainly not Ebony.. That's just Coal *Takes the Coal* See?
*Start to hear rumbles in the Cave and it begins collapsing*
ME: Damn it! We've got to get out of here fast!
Miner: Wait let me get my Iro-AHHHHH*Boulder falls on the Miners leg*
*I push the boulder off cautiously and pick him up on my back*
ME: ****! The exit is caved in! Wait look up there a small opening, that's our only chance, hold on tigh.
*I climb through with the Miner still on my back and we reach safe Land above*
ME: Well that was quiet the adventure, I guess we won't be comin' back here, eh?
Miner: Hell no.. Now could you uh put me down maybe?
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Henry, a Red Guard born in Hammerfell and brought to Cyrodiil as a young child just before the Oblivion incident. He was a smart boy who enjoyed going outside and being with his family. He took every chance he could to go hunt with his father or help out with the Smithing. He cared deeply for his family and friends and would do anything for them. One night, Henry was awakened by a sound in his parents bedroom. He walked down the hall and noticed the front door open, he quietly looked in their room and couldn't believe what he had seen. A Vampire sucking the blood of his own Mother. Henry, scared ran right back to his room and hid in his blankets. He heard the Vampire creeping down to his room, Henry looked up and noticed the vampire had bitten into his brother as well. The Vampire touched Henry on his shoulder and whispered, "Keep quiet or your next." Until this day Henry has told no one of what happened and has a fear for Vampires. His family latter was cured of their illness as a passer-by gave them a potion.
Now, Henry has decided to leave Cyrodiil and arrived in Skyrim. In his Young-Adult years he apprenticed as a Miner and stayed away for 5 years just learning the ways of the Caves and his Pickaxe. He often hunts for his own food, using the techniques given to him by his father. On his journey to Skyrim he found a Smithy who showed him a thing or two but he still had left over knowledge from his father as well. Now he's left his humble cave to find all sorts of new Ores and maybe find a new friend or two in a whole new land.
I wish I had been told that when I first applied, anyway I'm going to find a different server this application process has become too time consuming and picky, maybe I'll apply at a later date, best of luck to the server though.
I wish I had been told that when I first applied, anyway I'm going to find a different server this application process has become too time consuming and picky, maybe I'll apply at a later date, best of luck to the server though.
If you don't have the time to write a app how can we know you'll Rp good this is the Reason we ask for a Rp background and such.
On other News!
If your App was skipped or you wanted answered quicker join are Site and post your app there!
This is the Site to join!Also for those wondering why you can't get on the server well the answer is........IT IS NOT OUT YET
Learn something about Skyrim, learn something about RP, then learn something about the english language.
MEGA DENIED
Not following our timeline. This takes place 20 years after the defeat of Alduin, if your character is 16 (Age Section-Conflicts with backstory) then it's not possible he would have expierenced this. This is more of a short story of your family then your own backstory.
Denied.
Learn something about Skyrim, learn something about RP, then learn something about the english language. Note: This takes place 20 years after the defeat of Alduin
Defeat of Alduin was 20 years ago. Don't think you were killing dragons at the age of 9. At least, I know I wasn't.
Denied.
You have way too many skills, infact you have 10 skills. I'll accept you, but you have to cut 6 of the skills. (Magic=5 Skills- Alteration, Destruction, Illusion, Conjuration, Restoration)
Accepted.
Read Whitelisting Rules.
Denied.
Backstory was very vague, Read Whitelisting Rules.
Denied.
This app made me rage so hard. It was terrible. Redo it with proper english.
Also for those wondering why you can't get on the server well the answer is........IT IS NOT OUT YET
Well, it shows he has put great effort into his app. Even though it might be a little wrong in the time scale, it was still very elder-scrolls-ish. Besides, it doesn't say anywhere that this takes place later than the game (Unless you've read all the posts.)
I vouch for Jboi's RP ability, i've played with him before and he's a great rp'er.
Well, it shows he has put great effort into his app. Even though it might be a little wrong in the time scale, it was still very elder-scrolls-ish. Besides, it doesn't say anywhere that this takes place later than the game (Unless you've read all the posts.)
I vouch for Jboi's RP ability, i've played with him before and he's a great rp'er.
We appreciate your reference - but someone who is not persistent enough to change the events of his backstory is someone who is rather inadequate. Jboi has in-fact given a terrible first impression.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
You look like you cast dark magic and eviscerate babies.
IGN: Jbg101
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I've played couple of rp servers.
Why Us: Looks pretty badass
Time You Can Dedicate: Decent amount, cant get on every day but whenever i can.
IC
Name: Jack Stormblood
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Average colored skin, Brown hair, Blue eyes
Fears: Giants
Personality: Kind most of the time but VERY quick to anger, also brave in a stupid kind of way.
Occupation: Stormcloak, part-time adventurer, small time mage
Skills: Heavy armor, one-handed, small amount of skill in magic
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Taking a quest to retrieve a mammoth snout and never having seen or fought a giant*
Quest-Giver: So just bring me back a mammoth snout and ill give you some coin for your trouble.
Me: Ok, i'll be back soon.
*Finding Giant's camp and attacks mammoth*
Me: You aren't so tough you stupid mammoth!
*Giant joins in*
Me: I was just kidding man! You can have your mammoth back! *Thrown back 30 feet and somehow gets up and runs back to the quest giver*
Quest giver: So did you get that mammoth snout?
Me: *Unsheathes sword*
*Later while being hauled off to jail*
Me: Yes he deserved to die and I hope he burns in Oblivion!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jack was raised by his father, who was a blacksmith, and his mother, a local healer. Jack was raised learning both of his parents' trades. While Jack was being raised he heard stories of how an adventurer had fought off Alduin just a year before he was born. This instilled a desire for adventure that has stuck with him, causing his eventful life. When Jack came of age he left his home of Riften and moved to Windhelm. While there he was drawn in by the Stormcloaks and became one of their greatest warriors. Jack then decided to study at the College at Winterhold as he was constantly battered by mages in all his battles. There he learned that while magic wasnt really his thing he could still learn some wards and small spells to protect him in battle. Now Jack has a steady job as a blacksmith and has settled in the small town of Whiterun. He currently uses the income from this job to fund his adventuring all across Skyrim. His hatred for Giants has still not faded in the slightest and makes numerous trips to slaughter as many as possible.
IGN:ThinkWithPortal2
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Mainly post-apocalyptic on Minecraft, but mainly Medieval on my PlayStation. I do a lot of Elder Scrolls gaming and things like it. I did a fair bit of WoW, but also dabble in Fallout-Type rp.
Why Us:I love Elder Scrolls, and Skyrim is the best game I have ever played. I also love Minecraft, so combining the two increases my happiness.
Time You Can Dedicate:Everyday 4pm-10pm
IC
Name:Andre Morgan
Race:Khajiit
Gender:Male
Age:27
Appearance:Orange with black stripes, brown leather armor.
Fears:"The only thing there is to fear, is fear itself."-FDR
Personality:Outgoing, strong, willing to stand up for the defenseless.
Occupation:Merc for Hire, Soldier
Skills:Strength, Stealth, Speech
Nickname (Optional):And1
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"Just try to relax."
"How can I relax when you've kept me here for twelve goddamn days?"
Adam lay on the metal sheet. They'd kept him here for twelve days after the killed his father. They'd thought he had committed High Treason. They stabbed his father, and taken him in for protective custody. It was more like a living hell. They'd whipped for hours everyday, trying to pry the information they needed, to hear the reasons his father had murdered the Jarl. They craved lies, and he would not stand for it. He gave them nothing but his name, rank, and serial number.
"Well, Adam. It has been twelve days. We've tried to punish you so much. Yet you have given us nothing. If you continue that pattern today, we will rid ourselves of you." came the cold, hard voice of one Roran Garrows.
"You crave lies, yet you claim to seek the truth. Why must you contradict yourselves so?" said Adam.
"Strap him to the bed."
They put him onto the cold, unfeeling piece of metal that they had whipped him on for twelve days. The brittle leather straps felt almost like an old friend.He was secure and locked in place. He could not move, and didn't try to.
"Bring me the whips." said Garrows.
"Whips? You honestly think those strips of leather scare me?"
"Very well, Adam. Bring me the metal whips."
Adam's eyes widened, and his heart began to beat faster. For the first time since that fateful night twelve days ago, he felt an emotion welling up inside of him. He felt undying fear. Garrows began to whip him, but Adam was strong. It hurt like hell, but he would remain emotionless.
After three hours, he began getting sore, and he was bleeding from the abdomen. It dawned on him that if he told them the lies they so desired, he would be free of this madness, this pain. No, he told himself. My father would never do such a thing. He wasn't like that.
After tireless hours of pain, blood, and little emotion, Garrows gave up.
"Damn you, Adam! Very well... Take him to the chopping block.
As he walked with the guards to the chopping block, he realized that he had done exactly what his father would have wanted. He had made them lose. He hadn't given them what they desire, and they had tasted defeat.
And, so, as he lay his head down, and he heard the executioner sharpening his axe, he felt an emotion he hadn't in a long time. He felt happiness. He had finally found his bliss.
Then, everything was dark.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Andre never really had parents. He never knew them if he did. He was raised by a family friend his entire life, and never got to meet his father or mother. His last name is not his own, but when the family friend took him in, they gave him their last name. His true name remains a mystery. Growing up in Riverwood, Andre was the fastest, strongest, and by far the sneakiest in the town, so most kids adored him. He left for Whiterun when he was 15, and lived on the lower level, also known as the Plain district. He was always fascinated by the Whiterun guards, and wished to have the courage they did. So, when he turned 17, he joined the ranks of the guards. He began serving and keeping peace in the Wind district, which was a large job for someone as inexperienced as he. However, with practice came skill, and became highly respected within the guards.
When he turned 21, the Companions became very interested in him. They asked him to join the ranks, and growing up he had always loved the Companions. So, he gladly joined their ranks. He served with them for five years, and when he turned 26, he resigned. He became a wandering mercenary in Skyrim, before settling down in Solitude. He did not wish to join the Imperial Legion, and instead, performed various jobs for the people of the community, sometimes for pay, sometimes out of the good of his heart. About a year later, he got an interesting job: two men had got into an argument, and the man was willing to pay Andre money to assassinate the other man. Andre declined but the man attacked him instead. It took Andre two swings to knock the man out, then he fled from Solitude back to his home away from home, Whiterun. They graciously accepted him back, and he continues to work as a mercenary for hire.
IGN: pimp5427
Age: (I shouldn't have to answer this.)
Role-Play Exp.: I'm very experienced.
Why Us: I want to roleplay some SKYRIM! :smile.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate: As much as the server deserves.
IC
Name: Kranush Jolt (Kran-Oosh)
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Kranush wears a thickly padded leather tunic, scratched slightly, light cloth trousers, ripped to shreds. He has a sword-emblem on a 2-foot long chain around his neck. The Nord wears a longsword in it's sheath, and an orcish bow tied to his back. He is 6'7'' and is built athletically. Scraggly hair, and ash smeared on his face.
Fears: He fears dark caves, SUPER high heights, rickety bridges, and dragons.
Personality: He's pretty charming, a ladies man. Typical for a rogue-archer.. Although he is big, he is quite sensitive. He doesn't kill anything that doesn't need to be killed.
Occupation: He is a farmer.
Skills: Farming, bow-hunting, simple construction, exploration, reading and writing, and sword-fighting.
Nickname (Optional): Kran, Baby Boy, Kranu.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
The swift breeze caresses the skin of Kran, his body shivering in response. A cold evening it was, the coldest in the summer. Dusk was setting, and he heard a slow whistle, followed by an explosion. Kranu looked behind him, slowly teetering, eyeing his family's farm.. Ablaze. Now, before this happened, Kranu's father Hauth, was extorted for years. He finally manned up, and declined the bandit's threats. He got his bow, his arrows, and took to arms. His father was skilled, but not as strong as four bandits. One of the was an apprentice mage, and lit the barn on fire to show him disrespect was not an option. Now then, Kran ran to the back area of the farm, readying his always waiting bow. He strafed an arrow, and pulled back. Soft footsteps and a few soft moans are heard. The hair pushing past Kranush's face is also keeping the Nord warm, while he slowly treads to the front of the barn. "One... Two... Three...." He bust to the open, nothing but his father tied to a stake, gasping for air. The bandits disappeared, mysteriously, and Kran ran to his father's aid, untied him, and asked what happened.
"Son, you need to leave. They'll keep coming back, they'll kill us both!" His father spat out between hyperventilation.
Hauth took off his chain, the one with the shiny chain, and put it over his son's head, onto his neck. "This is yours son, now GO!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
A brisk fire, a cool breeze. What better? The nice smell of roses and dandelions fill Kran's nose. He swiftly moves through the forest, bow in hand, ready for anything stalking along him. After listening to his father's persuasive explanation on why he should leave the farm for he was in "DANGER". Kranush could smush the bandits easily, or that's what he thought. He runs apon a small tented outpost of bandits, he quietly moves past them.. One of them hears something, and goes to check on the ruckus. Kran turns quickly, and releases the arrow in his bow, sending it directly between the guard's eyes, making him drop dead. The fluorescent smell of roses again.. The moonlight was now directly apon him, while he ran apon the day. Thoughts filled his mind on where he would go, where he would stay, who he would meet. The faint sight of a village enters his eyes, far in the distance. He sees snow a bit far before him, and he treads on lightly.
His barefeet now FREEZING, Kranush is at the entrance to the village when he notices a doctor ride into town. He flags and calls for help, but the doctor keeps going. Kranush begins to breath heavily, his throat starting to freeze. His body stops dead frozen, and falls into the two-feet-deep snow. A black space, a white light. It shines, he can hear the beautiful voice of a minstrel, the smells of roses now deep into his nose, and then, "GAH!" His eyes bust open and he's in a log cabin, sweating, with a furious fever. He looks before him, a beautiful young girl, and an old man. The smell of roses is still lingering in his nose, and he stands to his feet, shaking. Kranush limps to the girl, and hugs her. Half-whispering, half-moaning, "Thank you..."
IGN:ghostsnow1
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:Medium
Why Us:I love skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate: A lot
IC
Name:Davy Fire-Touch
Race:Nord
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:Scar on left side of face, Big hands, Gruff face, and goatee.
Fears:Dragons
Personality:Brave
Occupation:Blacksmith for Whiterun
Skills:Light Armor, Heavy Armor, Blade, Armourer, Destruction, Dual Wielding, and Archery
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"I can craft you a blade of pure diamond."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I grew up with a blacksmith father and took his trade in Riverton. I was the best at school. Very smart and grew up with big gruff hands from my trade. I then began a life of my own in Whiterun.
Edited my character, it should follow guidelines now.
IGN: Jbg101
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I've played couple of rp servers.
Why Us: Looks pretty badass
Time You Can Dedicate: Decent amount, cant get on every day but whenever i can.
IC
Name: Jack Stormblood
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Average colored skin, Brown hair, Blue eyes
Fears: Giants
Personality: Kind most of the time but VERY quick to anger, also brave in a stupid kind of way.
Occupation: Stormcloak, part-time adventurer, small time mage
Skills: Heavy armor, one-handed, small amount of skill in magic
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Taking a quest to retrieve a mammoth snout and never having seen or fought a giant*
Quest-Giver: So just bring me back a mammoth snout and ill give you some coin for your trouble.
Me: Ok, i'll be back soon.
*Finding Giant's camp and attacks mammoth*
Me: You aren't so tough you stupid mammoth!
*Giant joins in*
Me: I was just kidding man! You can have your mammoth back! *Thrown back 30 feet and somehow gets up and runs back to the quest giver*
Quest giver: So did you get that mammoth snout?
Me: *Unsheathes sword*
*Later while being hauled off to jail*
Me: Yes he deserved to die and I hope he burns in Oblivion!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jack was raised by his father, who was a blacksmith, and his mother, a local healer. Jack was raised learning both of his parents' trades. While Jack was being raised he heard stories of how an adventurer had fought off Alduin just a year before he was born. This instilled a desire for adventure that has stuck with him, causing his eventful life. When Jack came of age he left his home of Riften and moved to Windhelm. While there he was drawn in by the Stormcloaks and became one of their greatest warriors. Jack then decided to study at the College at Winterhold as he was constantly battered by mages in all his battles. There he learned that while magic wasnt really his thing he could still learn some wards and small spells to protect him in battle. Now Jack has a steady job as a blacksmith and has settled in the small town of Whiterun. He currently uses the income from this job to fund his adventuring all across Skyrim. His hatred for Giants has still not faded in the slightest and makes numerous trips to slaughter as many as possible.
The Stormcloaks aren't anymore in this server so please puck different Occupation
IGN:ghostsnow1
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:Medium
Why Us:I love skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate: A lot
IC
Name:Davy Cold-Touch
Race:Nord
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:Very Handsome
Fears:Day
Personality:Brave
Occupation:Blacksmith for Whiterun
Skills:Light Armor, Heavy Armor, Blade, Armourer, Destruction, Dual Wielding, and Archery
Nickname (Optional):Night Dragon
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"I can craft you a blade of pure diamond."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I grew up with a blacksmith father and took his trade in Riverton. I was the best at school. Very smart and grew up with big gruff hands from my trade. I then began a life of my own in Whiterun.
Edited my character, it should follow guidelines now.
Hey im not a guy who can accept you or anything but you should probably edit that. The appearance is a bit vague, skills seem a bit extensive and the rp example and backstory are REALLY short.
IGN:ThinkWithPortal2
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Mainly post-apocalyptic on Minecraft, but mainly Medieval on my PlayStation. I do a lot of Elder Scrolls gaming and things like it. I did a fair bit of WoW, but also dabble in Fallout-Type rp.
Why Us:I love Elder Scrolls, and Skyrim is the best game I have ever played. I also love Minecraft, so combining the two increases my happiness.
Time You Can Dedicate:Everyday 4pm-10pm
IC
Name:Andre Morgan
Race:Khajiit
Gender:Male
Age:27
Appearance:Orange with black stripes, brown leather armor.
Fears:"The only thing there is to fear, is fear itself."-FDR
Personality:Outgoing, strong, willing to stand up for the defenseless.
Occupation:Merc for Hire, Soldier
Skills:Strength, Stealth, Speech
Nickname (Optional):And1
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"Just try to relax."
"How can I relax when you've kept me here for twelve goddamn days?"
Adam lay on the metal sheet. They'd kept him here for twelve days after the killed his father. They'd thought he had committed High Treason. They stabbed his father, and taken him in for protective custody. It was more like a living hell. They'd whipped for hours everyday, trying to pry the information they needed, to hear the reasons his father had murdered the Jarl. They craved lies, and he would not stand for it. He gave them nothing but his name, rank, and serial number.
"Well, Adam. It has been twelve days. We've tried to punish you so much. Yet you have given us nothing. If you continue that pattern today, we will rid ourselves of you." came the cold, hard voice of one Roran Garrows.
"You crave lies, yet you claim to seek the truth. Why must you contradict yourselves so?" said Adam.
"Strap him to the bed."
They put him onto the cold, unfeeling piece of metal that they had whipped him on for twelve days. The brittle leather straps felt almost like an old friend.He was secure and locked in place. He could not move, and didn't try to.
"Bring me the whips." said Garrows.
"Whips? You honestly think those strips of leather scare me?"
"Very well, Adam. Bring me the metal whips."
Adam's eyes widened, and his heart began to beat faster. For the first time since that fateful night twelve days ago, he felt an emotion welling up inside of him. He felt undying fear. Garrows began to whip him, but Adam was strong. It hurt like hell, but he would remain emotionless.
After three hours, he began getting sore, and he was bleeding from the abdomen. It dawned on him that if he told them the lies they so desired, he would be free of this madness, this pain. No, he told himself. My father would never do such a thing. He wasn't like that.
After tireless hours of pain, blood, and little emotion, Garrows gave up.
"Damn you, Adam! Very well... Take him to the chopping block.
As he walked with the guards to the chopping block, he realized that he had done exactly what his father would have wanted. He had made them lose. He hadn't given them what they desire, and they had tasted defeat.
And, so, as he lay his head down, and he heard the executioner sharpening his axe, he felt an emotion he hadn't in a long time. He felt happiness. He had finally found his bliss.
Then, everything was dark.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Andre never really had parents. He never knew them if he did. He was raised by a family friend his entire life, and never got to meet his father or mother. His last name is not his own, but when the family friend took him in, they gave him their last name. His true name remains a mystery. Growing up in Riverwood, Andre was the fastest, strongest, and by far the sneakiest in the town, so most kids adored him. He left for Whiterun when he was 15, and lived on the lower level, also known as the Plain district. He was always fascinated by the Whiterun guards, and wished to have the courage they did. So, when he turned 17, he joined the ranks of the guards. He began serving and keeping peace in the Wind district, which was a large job for someone as inexperienced as he. However, with practice came skill, and became highly respected within the guards.
When he turned 21, the Companions became very interested in him. They asked him to join the ranks, and growing up he had always loved the Companions. So, he gladly joined their ranks. He served with them for five years, and when he turned 26, he resigned. He became a wandering mercenary in Skyrim, before settling down in Solitude. He did not wish to join the Imperial Legion, and instead, performed various jobs for the people of the community, sometimes for pay, sometimes out of the good of his heart. About a year later, he got an interesting job: two men had got into an argument, and the man was willing to pay Andre money to assassinate the other man. Andre declined but the man attacked him instead. It took Andre two swings to knock the man out, then he fled from Solitude back to his home away from home, Whiterun. They graciously accepted him back, and he continues to work as a mercenary for hire.
The Stormcloaks aren't anymore in this server so please puck different Occupation
Oh, im really sorry. I just assumed the civil war was still going on. here's my revised app:
OOC
IGN: Jbg101
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I've played couple of rp servers.
Why Us: Looks pretty badass
Time You Can Dedicate: Decent amount, cant get on every day but whenever i can.
IC
Name: Jack Stormblood
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Average colored skin, Brown hair, Blue eyes
Fears: Giants
Personality: Kind most of the time but VERY quick to anger, also brave in a stupid kind of way.
Occupation: Blacksmith, part-time adventurer, small time mage
Skills: Heavy armor, one-handed, small amount of skill in magic
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Taking a quest to retrieve a mammoth snout and never having seen or fought a giant*
Quest-Giver: So just bring me back a mammoth snout and ill give you some coin for your trouble.
Me: Ok, i'll be back soon.
*Finding Giant's camp and attacks mammoth*
Me: You aren't so tough you stupid mammoth!
*Giant joins in*
Me: I was just kidding man! You can have your mammoth back! *Thrown back 30 feet and somehow gets up and runs back to the quest giver*
Quest giver: So did you get that mammoth snout?
Me: *Unsheathes sword*
*Later while being hauled off to jail*
Me: Yes he deserved to die and I hope he burns in Oblivion!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jack was raised by his father, who was a blacksmith, and his mother, a local healer. Jack was raised learning both of his parents' trades. While Jack was being raised he heard stories of how an adventurer had fought off Alduin just a year before he was born. This instilled a desire for adventure that has stuck with him, causing his eventful life. When Jack came of age he left his home of Riften and moved to Windhelm. While there Jack learned to be a great warrior from the remnants of the Stormcloak rebellion. Jack then decided to study at the College at Winterhold as he was constantly battered by mages in all his battles. There he learned that while magic wasnt really his thing he could still learn some wards and small spells to protect him in battle. Now Jack has a steady job as a blacksmith and has settled in the small town of Whiterun. He currently uses the income from this job to fund his adventuring all across Skyrim. His hatred for Giants has still not faded in the slightest and makes numerous trips to slaughter as many as possible.
IGN: pimp5427
Age: (I shouldn't have to answer this.)
Role-Play Exp.: I'm very experienced.
Why Us: I want to roleplay some SKYRIM! :smile.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate: As much as the server deserves.
IC
Name: Kranush Jolt (Kran-Oosh)
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Kranush wears a thickly padded leather tunic, scratched slightly, light cloth trousers, ripped to shreds. He has a sword-emblem on a 2-foot long chain around his neck. The Nord wears a longsword in it's sheath, and an orcish bow tied to his back. He is 6'7'' and is built athletically. Scraggly hair, and ash smeared on his face.
Fears: He fears dark caves, SUPER high heights, rickety bridges, and dragons.
Personality: He's pretty charming, a ladies man. Typical for a rogue-archer.. Although he is big, he is quite sensitive. He doesn't kill anything that doesn't need to be killed.
Occupation: He is a farmer.
Skills: Farming, bow-hunting, simple construction, exploration, reading and writing, and sword-fighting.
Nickname (Optional): Kran, Baby Boy, Kranu.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
The swift breeze caresses the skin of Kran, his body shivering in response. A cold evening it was, the coldest in the summer. Dusk was setting, and he heard a slow whistle, followed by an explosion. Kranu looked behind him, slowly teetering, eyeing his family's farm.. Ablaze. Now, before this happened, Kranu's father Hauth, was extorted for years. He finally manned up, and declined the bandit's threats. He got his bow, his arrows, and took to arms. His father was skilled, but not as strong as four bandits. One of the was an apprentice mage, and lit the barn on fire to show him disrespect was not an option. Now then, Kran ran to the back area of the farm, readying his always waiting bow. He strafed an arrow, and pulled back. Soft footsteps and a few soft moans are heard. The hair pushing past Kranush's face is also keeping the Nord warm, while he slowly treads to the front of the barn. "One... Two... Three...." He bust to the open, nothing but his father tied to a stake, gasping for air. The bandits disappeared, mysteriously, and Kran ran to his father's aid, untied him, and asked what happened.
"Son, you need to leave. They'll keep coming back, they'll kill us both!" His father spat out between hyperventilation.
Hauth took off his chain, the one with the shiny chain, and put it over his son's head, onto his neck. "This is yours son, now GO!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
A brisk fire, a cool breeze. What better? The nice smell of roses and dandelions fill Kran's nose. He swiftly moves through the forest, bow in hand, ready for anything stalking along him. After listening to his father's persuasive explanation on why he should leave the farm for he was in "DANGER". Kranush could smush the bandits easily, or that's what he thought. He runs apon a small tented outpost of bandits, he quietly moves past them.. One of them hears something, and goes to check on the ruckus. Kran turns quickly, and releases the arrow in his bow, sending it directly between the guard's eyes, making him drop dead. The fluorescent smell of roses again.. The moonlight was now directly apon him, while he ran apon the day. Thoughts filled his mind on where he would go, where he would stay, who he would meet. The faint sight of a village enters his eyes, far in the distance. He sees snow a bit far before him, and he treads on lightly.
His barefeet now FREEZING, Kranush is at the entrance to the village when he notices a doctor ride into town. He flags and calls for help, but the doctor keeps going. Kranush begins to breath heavily, his throat starting to freeze. His body stops dead frozen, and falls into the two-feet-deep snow. A black space, a white light. It shines, he can hear the beautiful voice of a minstrel, the smells of roses now deep into his nose, and then, "GAH!" His eyes bust open and he's in a log cabin, sweating, with a furious fever. He looks before him, a beautiful young girl, and an old man. The smell of roses is still lingering in his nose, and he stands to his feet, shaking. Kranush limps to the girl, and hugs her. Half-whispering, half-moaning, "Thank you..."
It was a Good app but can you handle Your server and this one? But if you can my Village could use a Nord like you. Accepted
It was a Good app but can you handle Your server and this one? But if you can my Village could use a Nord like you. Accepted
My server is dead, the portforwarding is all fuzzed up.Do you have any idea when I'ma get whitelisted? I'm trying to get a good RP session in before I have to go to sleep. Mid-term tomorrow.
Oh, im really sorry. I just assumed the civil war was still going on. here's my revised app:
OOC
IGN: Jbg101
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I've played couple of rp servers.
Why Us: Looks pretty badass
Time You Can Dedicate: Decent amount, cant get on every day but whenever i can.
IC
Name: Jack Stormblood
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Average colored skin, Brown hair, Blue eyes
Fears: Giants
Personality: Kind most of the time but VERY quick to anger, also brave in a stupid kind of way.
Occupation: Blacksmith, part-time adventurer, small time mage
Skills: Heavy armor, one-handed, small amount of skill in magic
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Taking a quest to retrieve a mammoth snout and never having seen or fought a giant*
Quest-Giver: So just bring me back a mammoth snout and ill give you some coin for your trouble.
Me: Ok, i'll be back soon.
*Finding Giant's camp and attacks mammoth*
Me: You aren't so tough you stupid mammoth!
*Giant joins in*
Me: I was just kidding man! You can have your mammoth back! *Thrown back 30 feet and somehow gets up and runs back to the quest giver*
Quest giver: So did you get that mammoth snout?
Me: *Unsheathes sword*
*Later while being hauled off to jail*
Me: Yes he deserved to die and I hope he burns in Oblivion!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jack was raised by his father, who was a blacksmith, and his mother, a local healer. Jack was raised learning both of his parents' trades. While Jack was being raised he heard stories of how an adventurer had fought off Alduin just a year before he was born. This instilled a desire for adventure that has stuck with him, causing his eventful life. When Jack came of age he left his home of Riften and moved to Windhelm. While there Jack learned to be a great warrior from the remnants of the Stormcloak rebellion. Jack then decided to study at the College at Winterhold as he was constantly battered by mages in all his battles. There he learned that while magic wasnt really his thing he could still learn some wards and small spells to protect him in battle. Now Jack has a steady job as a blacksmith and has settled in the small town of Whiterun. He currently uses the income from this job to fund his adventuring all across Skyrim. His hatred for Giants has still not faded in the slightest and makes numerous trips to slaughter as many as possible.
IGN: Iceshot1000
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: 3+ Years
Why Us: I love Skyrim, and I love Colb's servers.
Time You Can Dedicate: A lot.
IC
Name: Ventus the Snake
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Long black hair, with a silver headband, a fine goatee, piercing blue eyes, clad in light ornate blue painted armor with a long silken blue cape.
Fears: The Dark.
Personality: Not very optimistic, extremely humorous, bloodthirsty, loves to fight, loves to help, loves the open scenery, friendly, and is an avid marksman. He has countless friends, and countless nicknames because of them, his favorite being on a ship with his mates, and him being called "Poopdeck."
Occupation: Adventurer!
Skills: Marksman, Woodsman, Very Agile, Good in close combat, and is a very good alchemist.
Nickname (Optional): "Poopdeck"
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As the steady frigate sails miles into the wide blue ocean, with only a few ornate lanterns filling the light of the boat, Ventus and his drunken maties decide it's time to have some fun.
"Wh... Why are you on the poopdeck, Ventus?"
*His drunken mate swigs a sip of ale.*
"I feel like I'm on the edge of the world!" As his insane friend climbs up twenty feet of the riggings and stands at the top of the mast.
*He falls with a thud onto the ground, but nobody gasped, but just laughed due to how bombed they were.*
*He struggles to maintain balance, only to see he broke his leg.*
"Y'know what Ventus, y-your now gonna be called "Poopdeck," because of the time you have spent on that..."
*His friend falls over due to a large shock of water smashing against the boat.*
Ventus:"Oh, ****... Guys, I did tell you not to be out here this late."
*A mighty storm then tears the boat apart, with the crew and Ventus on a small rowboat, holding for dear life.*
*Days later, after surviving on raw fish and eating their insides and draining their lungs for water, they finally hit home, rough and tough, and extremely tired..."
"Poopdeck!"
*Everyone laughs.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): A hardy, exploration loving adventurer, Ventus the Snake was born in a small cabin in a forest outside of Dawnstar. He lived a hard life, supplying food and protection for his family, since ten, he learned the basic jacks of trade. He learned to do almost anything, but some of which he didn't do so well at. He then grew up, and around fifteen, he began to explore the world. Sometimes good, sometimes evil, he would steal from others, or even return stolen goods. Ventus has fought alongside few soldiers in defending Dawnstar from a large group of bandits, and was almost killed doing so. For his bravery, he was given a silver headband and beautiful ornate armor, in which he wears to this very day. After that event, he moved onto running across the world, hoping for treasures, stories, money, and power. He met some very interesting people on the way, and have learned some valuable skills. For around two years, he and a group of the cat-like race known as Khajits, crafted the illegal euphoric drug "skooma." He was almost caught, but jumped a cart on the way of heading to Skyrim. Since then, he's been around Skyrim, stealing, or helping, ever since. A couple torn muscles and broken bones won't keep Ventus from doing what he does best, and that is adventuring.
If you need anything changed, I will gladly do it. I'm eager to join this server.
Joined the forum as well.
If you don't have the time to write a app how can we know you'll Rp good this is the Reason we ask for a Rp background and such.
I understand where you are coming from with that but I figured an RP example would be enough and I like to leave the backstory open a bit so that you can build on it if needed for when the situation proposes itself. It's no fun to have everything set in stone when you might have an idea on a backstory for your character later. I can show you a ton of other apps I did for other servers I've joined but i can tell with this many people the server will probably get a few good RPers and then a few mediocre RPers and then younger less experienced kids who just want to play Skyrim. I will get back to the app at a later time because I am still interested in the server but I have been skipped multiple times, and then after being denied for a short backstory the story changed to my entire backstory was wrong. I'm frustrated that I was not told that originally. So I pretty much wasted time expanding it.
IGN: givememeat
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: 3 Months on Minecraft, probably 6 months on other games.
Why Us:Referred by a friend, read up on you guys, seemed like a good staff with a great game to base the RP off of.
Time You Can Dedicate: All weekeds (lolnolife), every Monday and Wednesday, and Thursday/Tuesday/Friday after Classes.
IC
Name: Henry Cas-dairen
Race: Red Guard
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance: Tall and rather buff, however stays inside most the time, lighter skin than most Red Guards.
Fears: Betrayal and Vampires
Personality: Follows orders, a good friend, and night-owl.
Occupation: Miner, occasional Smithy.
Skills: Good with the Sword, Stealthy if he needs to be, and strong-willed.
Nickname (Optional): White-Blood
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Miner: White-Blood come here, I think I've found some Ebony!
ME: Sorry but that's certainly not Ebony.. That's just Coal *Takes the Coal* See?
*Start to hear rumbles in the Cave and it begins collapsing*
ME: Damn it! We've got to get out of here fast!
Miner: Wait let me get my Iro-AHHHHH*Boulder falls on the Miners leg*
*I push the boulder off cautiously and pick him up on my back*
ME: ****! The exit is caved in! Wait look up there a small opening, that's our only chance, hold on tigh.
*I climb through with the Miner still on my back and we reach safe Land above*
ME: Well that was quiet the adventure, I guess we won't be comin' back here, eh?
Miner: Hell no.. Now could you uh put me down maybe?
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Henry, a Red Guard born in Hammerfell and brought to Cyrodiil as a young child just before the Oblivion incident. He was a smart boy who enjoyed going outside and being with his family. He took every chance he could to go hunt with his father or help out with the Smithing. He cared deeply for his family and friends and would do anything for them. One night, Henry was awakened by a sound in his parents bedroom. He walked down the hall and noticed the front door open, he quietly looked in their room and couldn't believe what he had seen. A Vampire sucking the blood of his own Mother. Henry, scared ran right back to his room and hid in his blankets. He heard the Vampire creeping down to his room, Henry looked up and noticed the vampire had bitten into his brother as well. The Vampire touched Henry on his shoulder and whispered, "Keep quiet or your next." Until this day Henry has told no one of what happened and has a fear for Vampires. His family latter was cured of their illness as a passer-by gave them a potion.
Now, Henry has decided to leave Cyrodiil and arrived in Skyrim. In his Young-Adult years he apprenticed as a Miner and stayed away for 5 years just learning the ways of the Caves and his Pickaxe. He often hunts for his own food, using the techniques given to him by his father. On his journey to Skyrim he found a Smithy who showed him a thing or two but he still had left over knowledge from his father as well. Now he's left his humble cave to find all sorts of new Ores and maybe find a new friend or two in a whole new land.
If you don't have the time to write a app how can we know you'll Rp good this is the Reason we ask for a Rp background and such.
On other News!
If your App was skipped or you wanted answered quicker join are Site and post your app there!
This is the Site to join!Also for those wondering why you can't get on the server well the answer is........IT IS NOT OUT YET
You seem to have skipped my application :sad.gif:
Well, it shows he has put great effort into his app. Even though it might be a little wrong in the time scale, it was still very elder-scrolls-ish. Besides, it doesn't say anywhere that this takes place later than the game (Unless you've read all the posts.)
I vouch for Jboi's RP ability, i've played with him before and he's a great rp'er.
We appreciate your reference - but someone who is not persistent enough to change the events of his backstory is someone who is rather inadequate. Jboi has in-fact given a terrible first impression.
IGN: Jbg101
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I've played couple of rp servers.
Why Us: Looks pretty badass
Time You Can Dedicate: Decent amount, cant get on every day but whenever i can.
IC
Name: Jack Stormblood
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Average colored skin, Brown hair, Blue eyes
Fears: Giants
Personality: Kind most of the time but VERY quick to anger, also brave in a stupid kind of way.
Occupation: Stormcloak, part-time adventurer, small time mage
Skills: Heavy armor, one-handed, small amount of skill in magic
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Taking a quest to retrieve a mammoth snout and never having seen or fought a giant*
Quest-Giver: So just bring me back a mammoth snout and ill give you some coin for your trouble.
Me: Ok, i'll be back soon.
*Finding Giant's camp and attacks mammoth*
Me: You aren't so tough you stupid mammoth!
*Giant joins in*
Me: I was just kidding man! You can have your mammoth back! *Thrown back 30 feet and somehow gets up and runs back to the quest giver*
Quest giver: So did you get that mammoth snout?
Me: *Unsheathes sword*
*Later while being hauled off to jail*
Me: Yes he deserved to die and I hope he burns in Oblivion!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jack was raised by his father, who was a blacksmith, and his mother, a local healer. Jack was raised learning both of his parents' trades. While Jack was being raised he heard stories of how an adventurer had fought off Alduin just a year before he was born. This instilled a desire for adventure that has stuck with him, causing his eventful life. When Jack came of age he left his home of Riften and moved to Windhelm. While there he was drawn in by the Stormcloaks and became one of their greatest warriors. Jack then decided to study at the College at Winterhold as he was constantly battered by mages in all his battles. There he learned that while magic wasnt really his thing he could still learn some wards and small spells to protect him in battle. Now Jack has a steady job as a blacksmith and has settled in the small town of Whiterun. He currently uses the income from this job to fund his adventuring all across Skyrim. His hatred for Giants has still not faded in the slightest and makes numerous trips to slaughter as many as possible.
IGN:ThinkWithPortal2
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Mainly post-apocalyptic on Minecraft, but mainly Medieval on my PlayStation. I do a lot of Elder Scrolls gaming and things like it. I did a fair bit of WoW, but also dabble in Fallout-Type rp.
Why Us:I love Elder Scrolls, and Skyrim is the best game I have ever played. I also love Minecraft, so combining the two increases my happiness.
Time You Can Dedicate:Everyday 4pm-10pm
IC
Name:Andre Morgan
Race:Khajiit
Gender:Male
Age:27
Appearance:Orange with black stripes, brown leather armor.
Fears:"The only thing there is to fear, is fear itself."-FDR
Personality:Outgoing, strong, willing to stand up for the defenseless.
Occupation:Merc for Hire, Soldier
Skills:Strength, Stealth, Speech
Nickname (Optional):And1
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"Just try to relax."
"How can I relax when you've kept me here for twelve goddamn days?"
Adam lay on the metal sheet. They'd kept him here for twelve days after the killed his father. They'd thought he had committed High Treason. They stabbed his father, and taken him in for protective custody. It was more like a living hell. They'd whipped for hours everyday, trying to pry the information they needed, to hear the reasons his father had murdered the Jarl. They craved lies, and he would not stand for it. He gave them nothing but his name, rank, and serial number.
"Well, Adam. It has been twelve days. We've tried to punish you so much. Yet you have given us nothing. If you continue that pattern today, we will rid ourselves of you." came the cold, hard voice of one Roran Garrows.
"You crave lies, yet you claim to seek the truth. Why must you contradict yourselves so?" said Adam.
"Strap him to the bed."
They put him onto the cold, unfeeling piece of metal that they had whipped him on for twelve days. The brittle leather straps felt almost like an old friend.He was secure and locked in place. He could not move, and didn't try to.
"Bring me the whips." said Garrows.
"Whips? You honestly think those strips of leather scare me?"
"Very well, Adam. Bring me the metal whips."
Adam's eyes widened, and his heart began to beat faster. For the first time since that fateful night twelve days ago, he felt an emotion welling up inside of him. He felt undying fear. Garrows began to whip him, but Adam was strong. It hurt like hell, but he would remain emotionless.
After three hours, he began getting sore, and he was bleeding from the abdomen. It dawned on him that if he told them the lies they so desired, he would be free of this madness, this pain.
No, he told himself. My father would never do such a thing. He wasn't like that.
After tireless hours of pain, blood, and little emotion, Garrows gave up.
"Damn you, Adam! Very well... Take him to the chopping block.
As he walked with the guards to the chopping block, he realized that he had done exactly what his father would have wanted. He had made them lose. He hadn't given them what they desire, and they had tasted defeat.
And, so, as he lay his head down, and he heard the executioner sharpening his axe, he felt an emotion he hadn't in a long time. He felt happiness. He had finally found his bliss.
Then, everything was dark.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Andre never really had parents. He never knew them if he did. He was raised by a family friend his entire life, and never got to meet his father or mother. His last name is not his own, but when the family friend took him in, they gave him their last name. His true name remains a mystery. Growing up in Riverwood, Andre was the fastest, strongest, and by far the sneakiest in the town, so most kids adored him. He left for Whiterun when he was 15, and lived on the lower level, also known as the Plain district. He was always fascinated by the Whiterun guards, and wished to have the courage they did. So, when he turned 17, he joined the ranks of the guards. He began serving and keeping peace in the Wind district, which was a large job for someone as inexperienced as he. However, with practice came skill, and became highly respected within the guards.
When he turned 21, the Companions became very interested in him. They asked him to join the ranks, and growing up he had always loved the Companions. So, he gladly joined their ranks. He served with them for five years, and when he turned 26, he resigned. He became a wandering mercenary in Skyrim, before settling down in Solitude. He did not wish to join the Imperial Legion, and instead, performed various jobs for the people of the community, sometimes for pay, sometimes out of the good of his heart. About a year later, he got an interesting job: two men had got into an argument, and the man was willing to pay Andre money to assassinate the other man. Andre declined but the man attacked him instead. It took Andre two swings to knock the man out, then he fled from Solitude back to his home away from home, Whiterun. They graciously accepted him back, and he continues to work as a mercenary for hire.
IGN: pimp5427
Age: (I shouldn't have to answer this.)
Role-Play Exp.: I'm very experienced.
Why Us: I want to roleplay some SKYRIM! :smile.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate: As much as the server deserves.
IC
Name: Kranush Jolt (Kran-Oosh)
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Kranush wears a thickly padded leather tunic, scratched slightly, light cloth trousers, ripped to shreds. He has a sword-emblem on a 2-foot long chain around his neck. The Nord wears a longsword in it's sheath, and an orcish bow tied to his back. He is 6'7'' and is built athletically. Scraggly hair, and ash smeared on his face.
Fears: He fears dark caves, SUPER high heights, rickety bridges, and dragons.
Personality: He's pretty charming, a ladies man. Typical for a rogue-archer.. Although he is big, he is quite sensitive. He doesn't kill anything that doesn't need to be killed.
Occupation: He is a farmer.
Skills: Farming, bow-hunting, simple construction, exploration, reading and writing, and sword-fighting.
Nickname (Optional): Kran, Baby Boy, Kranu.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
The swift breeze caresses the skin of Kran, his body shivering in response. A cold evening it was, the coldest in the summer. Dusk was setting, and he heard a slow whistle, followed by an explosion. Kranu looked behind him, slowly teetering, eyeing his family's farm.. Ablaze. Now, before this happened, Kranu's father Hauth, was extorted for years. He finally manned up, and declined the bandit's threats. He got his bow, his arrows, and took to arms. His father was skilled, but not as strong as four bandits. One of the was an apprentice mage, and lit the barn on fire to show him disrespect was not an option. Now then, Kran ran to the back area of the farm, readying his always waiting bow. He strafed an arrow, and pulled back. Soft footsteps and a few soft moans are heard. The hair pushing past Kranush's face is also keeping the Nord warm, while he slowly treads to the front of the barn. "One... Two... Three...." He bust to the open, nothing but his father tied to a stake, gasping for air. The bandits disappeared, mysteriously, and Kran ran to his father's aid, untied him, and asked what happened.
"Son, you need to leave. They'll keep coming back, they'll kill us both!" His father spat out between hyperventilation.
Hauth took off his chain, the one with the shiny chain, and put it over his son's head, onto his neck. "This is yours son, now GO!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
A brisk fire, a cool breeze. What better? The nice smell of roses and dandelions fill Kran's nose. He swiftly moves through the forest, bow in hand, ready for anything stalking along him. After listening to his father's persuasive explanation on why he should leave the farm for he was in "DANGER". Kranush could smush the bandits easily, or that's what he thought. He runs apon a small tented outpost of bandits, he quietly moves past them.. One of them hears something, and goes to check on the ruckus. Kran turns quickly, and releases the arrow in his bow, sending it directly between the guard's eyes, making him drop dead. The fluorescent smell of roses again.. The moonlight was now directly apon him, while he ran apon the day. Thoughts filled his mind on where he would go, where he would stay, who he would meet. The faint sight of a village enters his eyes, far in the distance. He sees snow a bit far before him, and he treads on lightly.
His barefeet now FREEZING, Kranush is at the entrance to the village when he notices a doctor ride into town. He flags and calls for help, but the doctor keeps going. Kranush begins to breath heavily, his throat starting to freeze. His body stops dead frozen, and falls into the two-feet-deep snow. A black space, a white light. It shines, he can hear the beautiful voice of a minstrel, the smells of roses now deep into his nose, and then, "GAH!" His eyes bust open and he's in a log cabin, sweating, with a furious fever. He looks before him, a beautiful young girl, and an old man. The smell of roses is still lingering in his nose, and he stands to his feet, shaking. Kranush limps to the girl, and hugs her. Half-whispering, half-moaning, "Thank you..."
My youtube, if you're willing to watch some videos!
http://www.youtube.c...cy?feature=mhee
IGN:ghostsnow1
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:Medium
Why Us:I love skyrim
Time You Can Dedicate: A lot
IC
Name:Davy Fire-Touch
Race:Nord
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:Scar on left side of face, Big hands, Gruff face, and goatee.
Fears:Dragons
Personality:Brave
Occupation:Blacksmith for Whiterun
Skills:Light Armor, Heavy Armor, Blade, Armourer, Destruction, Dual Wielding, and Archery
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"I can craft you a blade of pure diamond."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I grew up with a blacksmith father and took his trade in Riverton. I was the best at school. Very smart and grew up with big gruff hands from my trade. I then began a life of my own in Whiterun.
Edited my character, it should follow guidelines now.
The Stormcloaks aren't anymore in this server so please puck different Occupation
Hey im not a guy who can accept you or anything but you should probably edit that. The appearance is a bit vague, skills seem a bit extensive and the rp example and backstory are REALLY short.
Looked good Accepted
Oh, im really sorry. I just assumed the civil war was still going on. here's my revised app:
OOC
IGN: Jbg101
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I've played couple of rp servers.
Why Us: Looks pretty badass
Time You Can Dedicate: Decent amount, cant get on every day but whenever i can.
IC
Name: Jack Stormblood
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Average colored skin, Brown hair, Blue eyes
Fears: Giants
Personality: Kind most of the time but VERY quick to anger, also brave in a stupid kind of way.
Occupation: Blacksmith, part-time adventurer, small time mage
Skills: Heavy armor, one-handed, small amount of skill in magic
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Taking a quest to retrieve a mammoth snout and never having seen or fought a giant*
Quest-Giver: So just bring me back a mammoth snout and ill give you some coin for your trouble.
Me: Ok, i'll be back soon.
*Finding Giant's camp and attacks mammoth*
Me: You aren't so tough you stupid mammoth!
*Giant joins in*
Me: I was just kidding man! You can have your mammoth back! *Thrown back 30 feet and somehow gets up and runs back to the quest giver*
Quest giver: So did you get that mammoth snout?
Me: *Unsheathes sword*
*Later while being hauled off to jail*
Me: Yes he deserved to die and I hope he burns in Oblivion!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jack was raised by his father, who was a blacksmith, and his mother, a local healer. Jack was raised learning both of his parents' trades. While Jack was being raised he heard stories of how an adventurer had fought off Alduin just a year before he was born. This instilled a desire for adventure that has stuck with him, causing his eventful life. When Jack came of age he left his home of Riften and moved to Windhelm. While there Jack learned to be a great warrior from the remnants of the Stormcloak rebellion. Jack then decided to study at the College at Winterhold as he was constantly battered by mages in all his battles. There he learned that while magic wasnt really his thing he could still learn some wards and small spells to protect him in battle. Now Jack has a steady job as a blacksmith and has settled in the small town of Whiterun. He currently uses the income from this job to fund his adventuring all across Skyrim. His hatred for Giants has still not faded in the slightest and makes numerous trips to slaughter as many as possible.
It was a Good app but can you handle Your server and this one? But if you can my Village could use a Nord like you.
Accepted
My server is dead, the portforwarding is all fuzzed up.Do you have any idea when I'ma get whitelisted? I'm trying to get a good RP session in before I have to go to sleep. Mid-term tomorrow.
My youtube, if you're willing to watch some videos!
http://www.youtube.c...cy?feature=mhee
Better Accepted
I'm sorry for your server
And no one unless your lucky can get whitelisted for Skyrim. But join this site for more news
Here you go
IGN: Iceshot1000
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: 3+ Years
Why Us: I love Skyrim, and I love Colb's servers.
Time You Can Dedicate: A lot.
IC
Name: Ventus the Snake
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Long black hair, with a silver headband, a fine goatee, piercing blue eyes, clad in light ornate blue painted armor with a long silken blue cape.
Fears: The Dark.
Personality: Not very optimistic, extremely humorous, bloodthirsty, loves to fight, loves to help, loves the open scenery, friendly, and is an avid marksman. He has countless friends, and countless nicknames because of them, his favorite being on a ship with his mates, and him being called "Poopdeck."
Occupation: Adventurer!
Skills: Marksman, Woodsman, Very Agile, Good in close combat, and is a very good alchemist.
Nickname (Optional): "Poopdeck"
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As the steady frigate sails miles into the wide blue ocean, with only a few ornate lanterns filling the light of the boat, Ventus and his drunken maties decide it's time to have some fun.
"Wh... Why are you on the poopdeck, Ventus?"
*His drunken mate swigs a sip of ale.*
"I feel like I'm on the edge of the world!" As his insane friend climbs up twenty feet of the riggings and stands at the top of the mast.
*He falls with a thud onto the ground, but nobody gasped, but just laughed due to how bombed they were.*
*He struggles to maintain balance, only to see he broke his leg.*
"Y'know what Ventus, y-your now gonna be called "Poopdeck," because of the time you have spent on that..."
*His friend falls over due to a large shock of water smashing against the boat.*
Ventus:"Oh, ****... Guys, I did tell you not to be out here this late."
*A mighty storm then tears the boat apart, with the crew and Ventus on a small rowboat, holding for dear life.*
*Days later, after surviving on raw fish and eating their insides and draining their lungs for water, they finally hit home, rough and tough, and extremely tired..."
"Poopdeck!"
*Everyone laughs.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): A hardy, exploration loving adventurer, Ventus the Snake was born in a small cabin in a forest outside of Dawnstar. He lived a hard life, supplying food and protection for his family, since ten, he learned the basic jacks of trade. He learned to do almost anything, but some of which he didn't do so well at. He then grew up, and around fifteen, he began to explore the world. Sometimes good, sometimes evil, he would steal from others, or even return stolen goods. Ventus has fought alongside few soldiers in defending Dawnstar from a large group of bandits, and was almost killed doing so. For his bravery, he was given a silver headband and beautiful ornate armor, in which he wears to this very day. After that event, he moved onto running across the world, hoping for treasures, stories, money, and power. He met some very interesting people on the way, and have learned some valuable skills. For around two years, he and a group of the cat-like race known as Khajits, crafted the illegal euphoric drug "skooma." He was almost caught, but jumped a cart on the way of heading to Skyrim. Since then, he's been around Skyrim, stealing, or helping, ever since. A couple torn muscles and broken bones won't keep Ventus from doing what he does best, and that is adventuring.
If you need anything changed, I will gladly do it. I'm eager to join this server.
Joined the forum as well.
Ya, rly.
I understand where you are coming from with that but I figured an RP example would be enough and I like to leave the backstory open a bit so that you can build on it if needed for when the situation proposes itself. It's no fun to have everything set in stone when you might have an idea on a backstory for your character later. I can show you a ton of other apps I did for other servers I've joined but i can tell with this many people the server will probably get a few good RPers and then a few mediocre RPers and then younger less experienced kids who just want to play Skyrim. I will get back to the app at a later time because I am still interested in the server but I have been skipped multiple times, and then after being denied for a short backstory the story changed to my entire backstory was wrong. I'm frustrated that I was not told that originally. So I pretty much wasted time expanding it.